Petrified, by my mind's reflections. Horrified, by my spirit's ruminations. Bewitched, by my psyche's obsessions. Locked, in my head with no refuge.
How can I live? When eventual is unpredictable? When bygone is unforgettable? When present is depletable?
The sky is painted with vivid darkness. The sounds are aery with insipid harshness. I cannot rest while my consciousness vies to dim the dimmest of blackness.
How am I to become? When my own will not fight to outlive my nightmares, to attain my ambitions?
Fixated, I am, in the likeness of a glacier moved only by the ocean's currents melting away day by day destined to no longer exist.
The past is gone by, when will I forget? Only when my anima no longer is!